Greetings, loyal write this readers.
We are sad to inform you that this will be the last issue of writethis.com.
All of the editors for this exploding online writing journal have passed away. A very somber cloud hangs over the internet writing community and all of us as we mourn the loss of some of the most talented scribes on this brazen, filthy globe.
It would certainly be a tragedy if just one or only two of the editors passed unexpectedly into the great unknown, but the fact is, every single one of them died within days of each other by their own hand. Circumstances surrounding some of their deaths are sketchy, as these pinpoints of illumination were scattered across the globe, on three different continents. Still, it remains that they are all suddenly dead. Maybe this means something in the cosmic, hyper-real connection that this small group of revolutionary artists shared. Maybe this is a sign that if one cannot survive in this slowly dying world, none can survive.
In honor of the lives of the write this editors, a few of their close friends and I, the write this web designer and trusted confidant, have put together this memorial issue. Because of the nature of all of their deaths, we felt it was appropriate to have the theme of this issue be "suicide." Additionally, we found a piece from each of the dearly departed, previously unpublished, that fits with this theme.
We hope you enjoy their final issue.
Sincerely,
Craig Talbert, Web Designer, Artist, and Friend.
fiction/poetry
sean.
"I think it is dawn because the sky outside the window is a lighter shade of dark blue and the buildings are blue with distinct black outlines. There is a bridge that has stairs, but I can't see that there is no water beneath it."
chi chi
"A worthwhile competitor I have been. This gun in an able hand is better than those two pens at my desk. A logical arrangement of words should not be too difficult but a gun is much easier."
bryan e.
""God has been rebuilt."
Thomas sat in the cool, almost cold, lobby staring out the clean windows, so clean they seemed like they weren’t even there. "
blem vide
"[first sound you hear is a taperecorder clicking on. then a frothy rumble that cuts to machinery noise and a nearby stranger asking an imperfect joke or two]
click"
zink poe
"She did not want to go
Really she didn't
Bought a pretty pink dress
this is what they would remember"
j. tyler blue
"You don't think of him as much as you should. Sometimes you might find yourself mouthing the name of a man no one else remembers. Batman begins to feel more real and you stumble across his picture. "
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interview
john blumenthal, former playboy columnist, hollywood screenwriter, and author of the new novel what's wrong with dorfman, in the last interview with writeThis before the sad and untimely demises of its editors. read it here.
